Death & Pets

Miles found out that one of his folks’ cats, Tommo, died last week, apparently the poor old chap had a stroke. Miles was pretty upset, and says his dad is really cut up about it. I think Tommo had lived with them for about fifteen years since he turned up as a nervous stray. I wonder if part of the reason Clive is so upset is that since he works from home and spends so much time with the cats, they are like friends keeping him company during the day.

Every pet I’ve ever had has died before it’s time, usually in unnatural circumstances, as the victims of foxes, motor vehicles, open windows etc.. I don’t remember being really upset, or crying and wailing (like her next door) when they died, so when I see other people greive for pets, I feel guilty, I like there’s something wrong with me for not being upset. Don’t get me wrong, I was sad, and I think that in some way I went into shock but nothing compared to the greif others display upon losing a pet. Maybe we all greive in different ways. Maybe it’s because my mum was the first death of any significance that I mourned, and it was relatively early on in my life,  that none of the others have felt like they cut me deep enough.

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